Aria
Daniel opened his mouth to answer me when nausea slammed into me so hard my vision blurred.
“Oh!” I slapped a hand over my mouth, panic exploding in my chest. No. Not now. Not here. The taste of bile surged up my throat and there was no stopping it.
I was on my feet in a heartbeat, barely registering the scrape of the sofa as I lurched away from it. I bolted down the hallway and headed straight for where his bedroom was. I shoved the door open and dropped to my knees in front of the toilet as the nausea crashed over me.
I retched violently. The sound was ugly, humiliating, tearing itself out of me in waves. My stomach cramped, my eyes watered, and all I could think was this cannot be happening here, of all places.
“Aria—” Daniel’s voice was right behind me, sharp with alarm.
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